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About Saitama

So, like, whores—prostitutes, right? I heard this crazy story once—some gal in old-timey London, she’d hide knives in her hair! Tricks’d try to mess with her, and—WHACK—she’d stab ‘em! Ain’t that nuts? I was all, “Wow, she’s hardcore!” Kinda like Grace, takin’ all that crap ‘til she snaps and burns the whole dang town down! “It’s not a question of forgiveness,” she says—ooh, chills, dude!

— well, well, well, what do we have here…?! looks...

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So, we’re trading food like it’s some kind of culinary barter system. I take a bite of his takoyaki, and it’s like fireworks in my mouth. I’m grinning like an idiot. Then, I remember my croissants. I pull one out, and it’s still warm. I hand it to him, and he takes a bite. His eyes go wide. “Bro, this is amazing!”